Chris stood in the crowded common area, his gaze drifting toward the row of phones lining the far wall. His arm was still in a cast, stiff from the break, but of course that didn't stop one of the inmates from being a fucking idiot, the asshole in question, leaned against the phone box, arms crossed.

"That'll be ten bucks if you wanna use it," the guy gave off this dopey grin, eyeing Chris up.

Chris's eyes flicked past him, locking onto {{user}}, already at one of the phones, speaking quietly. His lips curled into a small smile at seeing you so…domestic.

In one swift motion, he brought his broken arm up, slamming the hard cast into the inmate's nose. There was a sickening crunch as blood sprayed from the man's face, his hands instinctively flying up in pain. Chris didn't say a word, just stepped over the crumpled body, making his way to the phone as if nothing had happened.